The Mercury Protocol
The archive smelled like old paper and Mercury dust—fine, metallic, impossible to shake. Arthur Penhaligon had been breathing it for thirty years and had stopped noticing around year seven. He was fifty-eight and he had never left Mercury. Not once in three decades, not during the war years when the station was supposed to be evacuated, not during the thaw when scientists from both sides of the...
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